The System Mecha is so unscientific

As Da, Mirra, and Elysia traversed the shimmering passageway, a profound sense of both urgency and curiosity gripped them. The echoes of the past lingered in their minds—the tragic tale of Grand Emperor Black Rock, whose obsession with power led not only to his own ruin but to the downfall of an entire civilization. It was a cautionary reminder of how ambition, when unchecked, could transform aspirations into a harbinger of chaos.


Upon entering a new chamber, the dim glow that lined the walls soon intensified, illuminating intricate murals carved into the stone. Each depiction was a snapshot of the dwarven kingdom in its prime—grand feasts, epic battles, and the craftsmanship of legendary dwarven artisans.

Da stepped closer, entranced. “These murals… they tell a story of triumph,” he mused, tracing a finger over the rough carvings that illustrated a time long gone. “Before the madness took hold.”

“With every high, there’s a low,” Mirra said softly, her expression contemplative. “These dwarves were proud and skilled, but they became blinded by ambition.”

As they continued to examine the murals, the art shifted, becoming darker and more chaotic. Da felt a chill run through him as he recognized the patterns—dwarves in turmoil, the emergence of the Worm Dragon, and the devastation that ensued. One mural depicted the King, now twisted and maddened, pointing fiercely at the sky as if invoking the power of the egg that had doomed their civilization.

“Look!” Elysia exclaimed, her voice breaking the silence. She pointed to a particularly striking image of the Worm Dragon ascending from its dark nest, its vast, serpent-like body coiling as it prepared to unleash destruction. “It’s beautiful—and terrifying.”


“The Dwarven King thought he could control it,” Da said bitterly, recalling the warning that had echoed through the shadows of the chamber earlier. “But it was never meant to be a pawn in his game.”

As they took in the revelations, the ground beneath them rumbled softly. The chamber vibrated, and the very walls seemed to pulse in rhythm with a heartbeat. A voice broke through the air, rich and deep, like rolling thunder.

“Foolish mortals,” the voice echoed, heavy with ancient wisdom and layers of sorrow. “You tread where shadows of ambition and madness linger. Are you here to claim the power that shattered a kingdom, or will you learn from the sins of the past?”


Suddenly, a majestic figure began to form before them, emerging from the shadows of the mural. It was a grand specter of a dwarven warrior, his armor glinting in the vivid light, adorned with the symbols of the old kingdom. His eyes glowed a ghostly blue, filled with the weight of countless souls.

“I am Gromir Ironheart, the last Guardian of the Obsidian Lands,” he declared, his voice both powerful and sorrowful. “I defend the remnants of our great empire and bear witness to the madness that befell my people. To proceed, you must face the truths concealed within your hearts and confront the madness that lurks within this realm.”

Da exchanged glances with Mirra and Elysia, feeling the intensity of the moment. “What must we do?” Da asked, stepping forward with resolve.

Gromir raised a hand, and the atmosphere shifted, the chamber darkening around them once more. “You will undergo a trial—a manifestation of your deepest fears and ambitions. You must confront both the best and the worst of yourselves. Only then can you proceed and perhaps bring understanding and healing to the Underlands.”

With a wave of his hand, the chamber transformed again, presenting each Awakener with a distinct vision that drew them into their personal trials. Da felt the world around him dissolve, and darkness enveloped him entirely.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on the edge of a cliff, overlooking a desolate wasteland marked by ruins. The sky above was choked with ash, a wasteland scarred by the aftermath of destruction.

“No!” he shouted, recognizing this vision—the ruin of Greenland City, torn apart by conflict. Shadows of familiar faces flitted through the debris, their expressions twisted with sorrow and anger.

The voice of his father thundered, echoing in the air. “You are weak, Da! You will never be the Weaver the family needs! You cannot protect this city!”


Da felt a wave of despair wash over him. Memories flooded in—moments when he had doubted himself, times when he’d felt beneath the weight of his father’s expectations. “No, I can prove myself!” he shouted back, desperation clawing at his heart.

“I will not be defined by your shadows!” Da proclaimed, gathering every ounce of courage. “I will protect those who stand beside me! I have the power to forge a new future, not just for me, but for everyone!”

As his declaration rang through the air, the vision shifted. The wasteland morphed into a vibrant scene of Greenland City, alive and thriving. Joyous faces filled the streets, children played without fear, and Da stood at the center, strong and resolute.

The shadows fell away, and he felt a surge of hope, reaffirming his resolve.


Suddenly, the chamber shifted again, and Da found himself in another memory, this time surrounded by his friends, Mirra and Elysia, laughing and planning their next exploration journey. Yet doubt lingered in the edges of this beautiful scene.

“Are they really your friends?” a haunting voice echoed through his consciousness. “What if you lead them to danger like the dwarven king? They could fall victim to your ambitions.”

“No!” Da cried out, pooling together the confidence he had gained. “I love my friends, and I will never let my ambitions cloud my judgment. We are a team. We embrace adventure, but we do so together!”

As the darkness faded again, Da found himself standing taller, fortified by the love and trust he had for his teammates. Memories of laughter and shared struggles filled him with warmth, and the weight of doubt lifted from his shoulders.


Meanwhile, Mirra faced her own demons. She was cast into a dark forest filled with shadowy figures of past opponents, doubt gnawing at her heart. These were not just adversaries; they symbolized her fears of failure and inadequacy.

“You are not a true warrior,” they sneered, their voices dripping with disdain. “You’ll never be strong enough to defeat the darkness surrounding you. You hide behind others’ strength.”

Mirra grit her teeth, fighting back the tears of frustration. “That’s where you’re wrong!” she shot back, forcing herself to envision the countless times she had fought valiantly to protect her friends. “I am stronger than my past mistakes! And every battle I face makes me better!”

With a surge of determination, she unleashed her Spirit Magic, her weapon glowing brightly as she expelled the shadows that sought to chain her. The dark figures dissolved, leaving her standing in a clearing bathed in light.

Elysia’s trial was equally harrowing. She stood in a vast chamber of machines—a bustling workshop that had turned into chaos. Torn machinery lay scattered, and around her were the specters of the inventions that had failed, echoing with mockery.

“You are nothing without your tools!” they hissed. “Your inventions are useless, and you’ll always be an amateur!”

But Elysia stood firm, clenching her fists as she recalled the innovations she had brought to life—the successes, the breakthroughs. “I am more than the machines I create!” she shouted, her voice bold and confident. “Every failure is merely a stepping stone to greatness. I will never stop learning and growing!”

With her proclamation, the shadowy forms began to dissolve, returning the workshop to a magnificent state where she envisioned unlimited potential.


As the echoes of their trials subsided, the three stood together, the darkness that had once threatened to consume them now scattered like autumn leaves. They were filled with the energy of triumph, enlightened by the lessons of their fears and regrets.

“Together, we faced our fears and emerged stronger,” Da said, looking at Mirra and Elysia, a deep sense of pride swelling within him.

Gromir Ironheart’s spectral form reappeared before them, his blue eyes shining with approval. “You have shown strength in unity and resilience against the shadows of your past. You honor the legacy of those who came before you—a testament to your courage.”

### The Unveiling of the Truth

With a wave of Gromir’s hand, the chamber around them began to transform once more. The murals illuminated, revealing a path forward, a doorway embedded with ancient runes that pulsed with power.

“You have passed the Trial of Shadows,” Gromir proclaimed. “Beyond this doorway lies the truth of the Worm Dragon, the connections to your world, and the path to restoring harmony within the Underlands. But heed my warning—the creature awakens, and its power could spell disaster for all realms if left unchecked.”

“Thank you, Great Guardian,” Da replied, his heart racing with purpose. “We will do everything we can to bring balance.”

With a nod, Gromir’s form dissipated, leaving them to face the glowing doorway.

As they stepped forward, a sense of destiny swelled within them. They were ready to confront the legacy of the Worm Dragon, ready to face the mysteries buried in the Underlands, and determined to forge a new path—one that would ensure that the follies of the past would never be repeated.

With courage propelling them forward, they crossed into the next chapter of their journey, ready to delve into the heart of the Underlands and confront whatever awaited them. The fate of their realms may rest upon their shoulders.